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"
No
.
The
question
now
is
:
What
do
we
do
?
"
"
I
think
we
ought
to
cut
them
down
and
hide
them
,
"
he
said
promptly
.
"
Put
them
under
a
pile
of
stuff
people
wo
n't
want-dog
food
,
dish
detergent
,
stuff
like
that
.
If
this
gets
out
,
it
will
only
make
things
worse
.
That
's
why
I
came
to
you
,
David
.
I
felt
you
are
the
only
one
I
could
really
trust
.
I
muttered
,
"
It
's
like
the
Nazi
war
criminals
killing
themselves
in
their
cells
after
the
war
was
lost
.
"
"
Yeah
.
I
had
the
same
thought
.
"
We
fell
silent
,
and
suddenly
those
soft
shuffling
noises
began
outside
the
steel
loading
door
again-the
sound
of
the
tentacles
feeling
softly
across
it
.
We
drew
together
.
My
flesh
was
crawling
.
"
Okay
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
'll
make
it
as
quick
as
we
can
,
"
Ollie
said
.
His
sapphire
ring
glowed
mutely
as
he
moved
his
flashlight
.
"
I
want
to
get
out
of
here
fast
.
"
I
looked
up
at
the
ropes
.
They
had
used
the
same
sort
of
clothesline
the
man
in
the
golf
cap
had
allowed
me
to
tic
around
his
waist
.
The
nooses
had
sunk
into
the
puffed
flesh
of
their
necks
,
and
I
wondered
again
what
it
could
have
been
to
make
both
of
them
go
through
with
it
.
I
knew
what
Ollie
meant
by
saying
that
if
the
news
of
the
double
suicide
got
out
,
it
would
make
things
worse
.
For
me
it
already
had-and
I
would
n't
have
believed
that
possible
.
There
was
a
snicking
sound
.
Ollie
had
opened
his
knife
,
a
good
heavy
job
made
for
slitting
open
cartons
.
And
,
of
course
,
cutting
rope
.
